all i know is she was right

Literally Just A List Of Things That I Love
  • cheese, of all kinds
  • my family
  • the way workshops and some garages smell
  • the fact that you can have restaurant-quality food delivered to your home so that you never have to get out of your dog-themed jimjams
  • the word “jimjams”
  • every dog that has ever been and will ever be born
  • usaa’s a+ customer service
  • the smell of books when you fan their pages right onto your nose
  • when you’re underlining something and the line is perfectly straight under the text
  • colorful highlighters, in general but also i’m thinking kind of specifically of this 15-pack a sixth grader gave me once when i was in the 8th grade, and looking back i obviously shouldn’t have accepted it because i think he was just trying to impress me, but whatever, those highlighters were the bomb
  • 3 musketeers bars, the best candy bar do NOT @ me about this
  • dave, the nice man who runs the candy store below where i work, who always calls me mollyboss or smiley-girl
  • my xxl ovechkin ugly christmas sweater that goes down to my knees and like four inches past the tips of my fingers in the sleeves
  • actually i could probably just say xxl sweatshirts and sweaters in general, my jimjam of choice
  • soup!!!!!! oh man i love soup. clam chowder is maybe my favorite? it’s hard to say, there’s lots of amazing soups in the world, you guys gotta get in on this soup thing
  • a clean apartment
  • setting my ac to freezing temperatures and then going to sleep under a pile of warm blankets
  • babysitting children between the ages of 5 and 12 and then returning them to their parents who are not me, that part is very important
  • stretching in the morning and making those weird dinosaur sounds when you do it to deepen the stretch you know what i mean like the t-rex sounds??? but like baby cartoon t-rex sounds. not real t-rexes because i feel like … probably real t-rexes were very loud
  • running outside when it’s like … 40-ish degrees so you don’t get hot and the air tastes like water
  • the ocean, as long as i am not in the ocean
  • midi rings, even though they definitely always fall off, like, immediately thanks to my tiny troll hands
  • when your checked bag is the first one on the carousel at baggage claim
  • novelty mugs!
  • interior design–i’m not actually any good at it, i don’t really have an eye for furniture, but i love looking at other people’s beautiful interiors, some people are so gifted!!!!! 
  • looking outside the plane window and seeing clouds
  • panang curry that’s so hot it makes your nose runny
  • my nearly-lifesize papier-mache cow, whose name is queen beez
  • my sister’s couch
  • coffee with real, fresh, heavy cream
  • coffee with that terrible french vanilla flavored creamer you can buy in like, 7/11s
  • brunch in all forms, at all times, in all restaurants
  • snow!!! on christmas especially but also just whenever
  • the first week of warm weather after winter
  • the way it feels when you land in your home airport and step off the plane and all the tourists don’t know where to go but this is your turf and you already know where baggage claim is
  • getting into the writing zone where everything comes easily and you keep surprising yourself with on point turns of phrase
  • receiving messages from people who were having a bad day and read my stories and laughed
  • when my podiatrist told me i was his toughest first-timer for epat which was either good or worrying about my pain tolerance
  • having my teeth cleaned, i mean not the process but the way your mouth feels shiny after
  • listening to music, always, at all times, in all situations, but especially when i’m running and a song has exactly the right beat and it gets in like, your bloodstream you know what i mean? like you can feel it? and suddenly running isn’t hard anymore, you’re just like, moving with the music and it’s as easy as breathing
  • waking up early and not being tired
  • murder, she wrote
  • those people that you’ve never been particularly close to, but who are kind of just simpatico–like you’ll never be great friends but you’ll always be great at being friends
  • workout gear, god, i’m such a sucker for workout gear
  • amazon prime can deliver to you in under an hour!!!!! and i know it’s bad, i know amazon is bad, but we are truly living in the future
  • realizing that you’re not angry about something anymore
  • papa john’s garlic breadsticks that will definitely, definitely give me heart problems but are so worth it
  • a really satisfying zit pop
  • the billy gilman christmas album
  • massages when the masseuse just turns on like enya or whatever and makes all your problems disappear
  • the way the world looks when the sun sets and when it rises
  • money!!!!! i love money. i want more money all the time. anyone who tells you they don’t care about money is either lying to you or already has enough that their hunger is sated.
  • rain on the weekend, when you can stay in and drink hot drinks and read and light scented candles and never get out of your slippers
  • someone playing with my hair
  • finally getting to pee after holding it for way too long
  • the smell of cigarettes a few hours after someone has put their cigarette out, so the smell has gone soft and gentle
  • an exclamation point drawn next to something i’ve written because somebody has loved it and wanted me to know
  • climbing on big rocks next to water, i feel like there’s a word for those but i don’t know it
  • “ain’t no mountain high enough” (the marvin gaye and tammi terrell version but of course also all versions)
  • airplane wifi!!! how cool is that!!! how does it work that high up!!!!
  • remember that internet post of the guy who wanted to buy a size 14 slipper but they accidentally sent him a 14-foot slipper?
  • country songs about women murdering their abusers
  • we don’t have to turn our phones off on planes anymore
  • the whistle of a text from someone i didn’t think still thought about me
  • lipstick
  • when the ice cream truck gives out free choco tacos
  • quick-dry nail polish that doesn’t chip
  • when people sitting in chairs are trying not to fall asleep so their head keeps falling and startling them awake
  • perfectly popped popcorn so there is only like 2 or 3 unpopped kernels
  • drinking a bottle of red wine with people who can make me laugh
  • stepping off a plane on a place i’ve never been
  • trains
  • dancing in my apartment, which is the only place i can truly unleash my dance talent
  • playing music with my brother at my mom’s house
  • jumping a gymnastics line, which is a horse thing i don’t know how to explain to people who don’t already know what it is
  • watching the penguins win in pittsburgh
  • actually, watching the penguins win anywhere, including from the comfort of my own home
  • remember how we won the stanley cup 2 years in a row???? me too, it was great
  • videos of soldiers coming home and surprising their families, which i know are designed to make me cry as part of the military-industrial complex, but whatever, it works every time
  • nailing my eyeliner
  • presents!!!!!
  • kissing!!!!!
  • finishing a crossword, especially the nyt sunday crossword, which is almost impossible to finish so when you do everyone in your life must bow down to you and call you queen of crosswords for the rest of the day
  • getting surprise packages in the mail, usually books, usually from my aunt
  • tsa pre-check
  • warm laundry piles
  • that show on netflix about unlikely animal friends
  • hot sauce, in general but specifically on a salmon and dill quiche
  • laughing so hard my stomach hurts
  • this one specific salad from my favorite restaurant in buenos aires, called felicidad (the restaurant not the salad, though it would have been an appropriate name for the salad, too), which was grilled vegetables and goat cheese and this special homemade dressing they refused to give me the recipe for even though i promised i wouldn’t tell anybody
  • cityscapes at night
  • the countryside at night, when you’re far enough away from everything that you can see what feels like the whole universe
  • mountains! mountains! mountains!
  • magic mike xxl
  • a good cry, the kind where like, something not that bad happens but your brain just decides that it’s time for you to totally lose it and loudly wail on your couch for a little while until you’re sleepy enough to curl up and fall asleep under the faux snow leopard blanket your friend you call egg made
  • the faux snow leopard blanket my friend i call egg made
  • whole pints of ice cream, especially freddo, especially freddo that has been delivered fresh to my door, which is a thing that can happen for you in argentina
  • having the perfect return zinger in a battle of wit
  • when you hug somebody and they pick you up and swing you around
  • big parties with music and dancing and long dresses
  • road trips
  • biking to work when the wind is going my way and there aren’t too many other commuters
  • everything bagels with just the right amount of cream cheese
  • chicago’s lincoln park nature walk
  • making friends with cashiers and waiters and tsa agents and taxi drivers and the other people it takes no effort to talk to but are always so sweet and kind
  • when someone comes through for you that you didn’t expect would care enough to come through
  • being surprised
  • new boots
  • the smell of a tack room
  • vintage travel trunks
  • 1010, even though it’s just low-stakes tetris, a game that is already very low stakes
  • taking a bath in my mom’s jacuzzi
  • doing a good job on a project at work and seeing it all come together
  • bullet points, just like, as a concept
  • words that can’t be neatly translated from one language to another
  • a really good novel, but also
  • a really good nonfiction book about basically anything though right now i’m really into art theft
  • oh!!!! art museums!!!!
  • writing papers about books and their subtexts
  • northerly island in the summer when the geese are on the water and it’s quiet and i’m the only one there and you can’t see the city
  • creating an elaborate self-insert fantasy about my character in zombies, run
  • floating in a pool on a sunny day while there’s music playing and someone keeps refilling my drinks and feeding me spicy shrimp appetizers
  • that sushi place in chicago where all the sushi is $2.50
  • the internet
  • the subscription economy
  • when politicians surprise you, pleasantly
  • good hair days
  • driving over a hill just a little too fast so your stomach drops
  • driving on the back roads in virginia, which are all winding and tree-covered and beautiful and don’t have speed limits
  • going to the movies
  • you know when you walk through the front door and a dog is excited to see you?
  • big hats
  • dresses of all styles, but especially the ones that make you look like a literal hourglass
  • crop tops
  • my pittsburgh penguins toaster that burns the logo into my bread
  • taking a long walk and talking on the phone
  • racerback tank tops (END THE HEGEMONY OF T-SHIRTS)
  • the feeling you get when you’re riding on a bus or in a car or on a train at night and you’re going home and the day has been busy and good and your playlist is slow but not sad and your heart feels so so so full
  • days of the week underwear, especially the stella mccartney ones that i can’t afford and wouldn’t buy even if i could because who needs to spend $250 on an underwear set?! that’s insane. i’m against it. but!!! i like that they exist. they’re very pretty.
  • the view of chicago you get when you ride the pink line to pilsen
  • sparkling water
  • when my form is perfect doing a roundhouse kick in krav maga and i get that really satisfying bam sound when i hit the mat
  • perfume that smells like orchids
  • coming through for somebody you weren’t sure you’d be able to come through for
  • when i tell a story at a party and all the surrounding groups fall quiet to listen even though i was only talking to a few people
  • late night with seth meyers
  • drawn-out fantasies of winning arguments while i’m taking a shower
  • having my back scratched
  • meeting someone very briefly, like on a bus or in a bookstore, and flirting with them, and weaving an entire fantasy relationship and life with them that you have no plans to pursue it’s just like, a nice thing to think about
  • that this blog exists
  • that you read it
  • that you clicked on it at all
  • thank you,
  • i love you,
  • stay good, moonbirds.
  • stay good.
Bad Reputation 2

Originally posted by illumegeoff

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: Part 2!!!

Warnings: Angst? Y’all should know by now lolol

A/N: I hope you guys like this!!

I stood by the apartment window looking out into the city, it’s been a long time since I’ve actually been out there. I don’t mind staying in the apartment but I just want to go outside without getting fingers pointed at me, and names being yelled at me.

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anonymous asked:

for the softer world prompt: 23 for Yuuri and Victor?

(With thanks to @n-x-northwest for thinking up some past Yuuri programs for me!)

23. We talk in the dark as we fall asleep, and we are objects in the night sky outside of time. (it is the exact opposite of alone.)

“I should call your mother,” Victor says.

“You should sleep.” Yuuri smiles, fond. “I already texted her.”

The scratchy comforter of the Fukuoka airport motel is making a dent in his cheek. Behind him, Makkachin is determined to make a proper pillow out of his hipbone. This is Katsuki Yuuri, and he just qualified for the Grand Prix Final, Victor had told the person at the front desk. It did not get them an upgrade.

Yuuri’s never been so comfortable somewhere this uncomfortable. But Victor looks as bone-tired as Yuuri feels. He’s not sure he’ll be able to drift off until they both do.

“She’ll worry. She was worried about you.” Victor looks, all of a sudden, very awake. “She knew you’d be fine, of course, we all knew you’d be fine, but–”

Yuuri shifts closer, until he can nestle his head between Victor’s chin and his sternum. Makkachin makes a little whine of protest, but quickly resettles.

Victor makes circular motions with his fingers through Yuuri’s scalp. It’s the kind of soft repetition that’s always calmed Yuuri - Victor must know that, must have noticed that by now. If Yuuri was any calmer than he is right now, though, he might actually be dead.

Maybe that’s why he doesn’t quite stop himself from mumbling, “I came in fourth.”

“What better media narrative.” Victor’s chest shudders with his laugh. “I always knew under that reserved exterior you had a healthy sense of drama.”

Yuuri squints up at him. “What gave it away?”

“Vivaldi,” says Victor. “Winter.”

“I can’t believe you watched that,” Yuuri says.

“I saw it in person, bunny,” Victor reminds him gently. “At Worlds that year.”

Yuuri’s brow creases. It’s true, but. There’s something distinctly outside reality about the thought of it. The two of them had always, to Yuuri, never quite existed on the same plane. “We were in different groups.”

“If Katsuki Yuuri is skating within 50 feet of me, I am going to notice him,” Victor says airily. “It’s a law of physics.”

Yuuri smiles into Victor’s collarbone. He’s not going to sleep until Victor does. He’s not. His eyelids are getting heavier, but that’s fine. Everything feels distant and soft.

“I should have gone looking for you,” Victor says quietly. “Told you how good you were.”

“I wanted to talk to you.” Yuuri reaches up and traces the line of Victor’s cheek. “But I would have ended up telling you that your Scheherazade program was the only thing that got me through that first year of college.”

He expects Victor to laugh there. He meant it to be funny. But Victor’s arm wraps, secure, around his waist.

“See, then,” he says. “We both made mistakes.”

Things Can Only Get Better Part 4 - Sorrow

Slow Burn!Steve Harrington/Reader (UST, URT)                                            Word Count: 1740


A/N: updating some things so that Tumblr understands that this is intended to be a slow burn fic, not a short one. This’ll probably be around 100,000 words total, by the end. Just know what you’re getting in for lol. We are officially caught up to what’s posted on AO3, and all future updates will be on Saturdays. As always, requests are open here and on AO3, under the same username.

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Back Home - Steve Rogers (smut)

Originally posted by yalica

Paring: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1069

Rating; 18+ (unprotected sex)

Requests and taglist are open! 

Y/N is standing in the kitchen, baking a cake for Steve. She always makes him a cake when he comes home for a mission.

It makes him happy to come home to a house smelling good and having something amazing to eat, so Y/N bakes him a cake every time.

The door opens and with a loud bang it closes behind Steve.

Y/N turns around and looks at the man standing in their shared home. Steve looks rough and pissed off.

‘Hi’ she says softly stepping closer to the blonde man. He looks out of place in the tiny apartment with his large body.

He signs and with two large steps he is right in front of her, wrapping his arms around her. He picks her up and spins her around.

His rough lips meet hers for a quick kiss and when he puts her down he turns around and walks to their shared bedroom without saying a word.

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Beauty and the Beast - Richonne Modern Day AU

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart. ~Helen Keller

“Ex-Yankees starting pitcher, Rick Grimes was never a vain man. Still, a near-fatal accident left him with enough scars to make him want to hide away from the world. Now the only beauty left in his blemished llife are his two grown kids, his weekly Sunday dinners with his daughter Judith and his beloved flower garden. Scarred, body and mind, he could not see beauty outside of those three treasured things.

For 23-year-old Judith Grimes, life was finally falling into place. Freshly graduated from journalism school and armed with a passion for fashion, she’s landed a coveted internship at the powerhouse fashion magazine, Rive. As assistant to the New York City’s most powerful and iconic editor-in-chief, Michonne Dumas, Judith is living her dreams and learning at the feet of a legend.

A global fashion tastemaker, former model turned magazine editor, Michonne Dumas had heard the word “beautiful” thrown around so liberally that it had started to lose its meaning. Ironically though, she knew as the originator of the coveted “Dumas Look”, she had created the unattainable fashion ideal of perfection that drove her and the whole industry. Secretly, however, she had begun to despair that she was becoming numb to all things physically beautiful. That is, until she notices the lovely flowers her new junior assistant has on her desk every week. Fresh blooms from Judith’s father’s garden, the bouquets continually seem to brighten Michonne’s day.

Before long, those delicate blooms from the amateur horticulturist become a welcome daily reprieve from her relentless pursuit of physical perfection. And when Michonne finally meets Judith’s mysterious father Rick at the company’s charity ballgame, as the young woman hoped, sparks do indeed fly. Though, to Judith’s chagrin, not the romantic kind. Yet, it is from that very first encounter that they both begin to learn —things of true beauty can also be things which are deemed imperfect.“

Tale as old as time…

Rick was already missing his garden. The sky was blue and cloudless. The sun was bright, but there was no humidity in the atmosphere. It was the perfect day for puttering around with his flowers. But he had promised his daughter, and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her.

He was thankful that the baseball cap fit low enough on his head to cast shadows around his face. The throwing gloves he wore hid the patchwork, Frankenstein-esque scars on his hands. He could no longer run even a mile, but physical therapy made it possible for his limp to be hardly noticeable. Although, it was becoming increasingly more difficult to keep up with the fast strides of his daughter.

He held on to her forearm. “Judy, you know your dad’s an old man. Slow down some.”

People were milling around all over. He felt his chest tightening and his breaths coming out faster. He’d adapted to his solitude over the years, only welcoming the company of his children. Crowds of people made him nervous now.

Judy tossed her head back to look at her father. The bouncing curls of her chic bob haircut matched his greying curls perfectly. Always attuned to him, she recognized the apprehension in his eyes. She squeezed his hand, but didn’t slow down.

“Daddy, I wish you would stop calling yourself an old man. You’re not even fifty yet.”

Rick shrugged. “Forty-five is pretty near fifty.”

“You have to wait at least twenty more years to collect Social Security, so you’re not old.”

“My knees beg to differ. Why are we walking so fast? There’s still an hour until the game starts.”

“I know, but I want to make sure I’m not late in case I’m needed to help with any last minute details.”

“It’s just a charity baseball game. Should go smoothly. You worry all the time like your mother used to.”

She shot him a sad smile. “That’s what Grandma always says too. Guess it’s in my DNA. I just want to make a good impression. Show Michonne she can trust me with the details. She’s so great. I don’t want to let her down.”

“Michonne is your boss, right? Calling bosses by their first names in the office is a thang now? Back in my day—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Judith cut him off. “Back in your day you rode cows to school. Grew your own wheat or whatever. I know Daddy. Maybe you really are an old man.”

Rick chuckled. “Actually, your uncle Hershel grew vegetables, not wheat on his farm.”

“What I said still applies, old man.” She pointed to a woman whose back was to them. Her locs were long and reached down past the middle of her back  “There she is. Let me introduce you. And please be nice and personable, Daddy.”

Rick smirked. “Aren’t I always?”

Judith laughed and rolled her eyes. “Nope.”

His smirk faded as they walked closer. Having new people in his orbit unsettled him. He tried to pull his cap further down, but it wouldn’t budge.

Michonne turned around as she heard footsteps approaching her. Rick had seen her pictures in the fashion magazines Judith used to read as a teen. He always passively admired her beauty, but he didn’t expect the radiant women before him. She was dressed down in a custom baseball jersey with her magazine’s name written in gold letters on the front. Her black shorts showed off her shapely legs. Her smile was warm and sincere as she immediately pulled Judith into a hug. She smiled at him over his daughter’s shoulder. He looked down at his shoes as a wave of insecurity washed over him

Judith, not picking up on her father’s reluctance for once, pulled him in closer. “Michonne, this is my Dad, Rick Grimes.”

Michonne’s smiled widened making her even more beautiful than Rick first thought.

“Ah,” she said. “So this is the doting father who makes sure his daughter always has beautiful, fresh flowers on her desk. Very nice to finally meet you, Rick.” She held out her hand to shake.

He clasped her hand.  He could feel the smoothness even through his gloves. “Nice to meet you too, ma’am.”

Michonne chuckled. “I missed that southern charm. Don’t get much of that here in New York.”

“Michonne is originally from Georgia too, Daddy. Atlanta, not a small town like you.”

“Yes, born and raised,” Michonne said. “I still get homesick for sweet tea, and my aunt’s sweet potato pie.” She pulled the young woman aside. “Judith, could you go help Sasha and Jackie with setting up the magazine display near the entrance?”

“Of course Michonne.” She kissed Rick on the cheek. “I’ll be right back, Daddy.”

He watched her rush off wondering when his little girl became a grown and responsible adult. He turned back to Michonne, who was still smiling at him. His nervous tick was to run his hands through his hair. He felt the urge to at that moment, but he thought better of removing his cap.

“So,” She took a step closer to him. “I didn’t put two and two together when Judith told me her father’s name was Rick Grimes. You’re the same Grimes that played for the Braves and the Yankees, right?”

Rick looked down as if he was almost embarrassed at her knowing who he was. “Yeah. That was me. Didn’t think anyone in the fashion industry would recognize an old baseball player.”

Michonne gestured her hand around the baseball field where they were standing. “Well, we are at a charity baseball game. Beside lots of fashion models date baseball players.” She whispered as if conspiring with him. “It’s a bit of a thing.”

Rick laughed. “That is true. Many of my teammates dated models. And playmates.”

Michonne chuckled. “I bet.” She tossed one of her long locs behind her shoulder. “Besides that, my own father was a huge Braves fan. I used to watch the games with him. David Justice was his favorite player, but you came a close second. He hated when you left and signed with the Yankees.”

“I almost regretted it. I missed home a lot when I moved up here with the kids. Though I did miss David most of all. He was my favorite too.”

Her smile radiated even more. “So you and my father will have lots to talk about if you ever meet.”

He nodded and laughed. “Yeah, our very own David Justice fan club.”

Her voice lowered a couple of octaves as she tilted her head to the side. “I remember reading about your accident, and saying a few prayers for your recovery.”

Rick nodded. “I appreciate that. God was looking out for me that day. My kids didn’t need to endure the cruelty of losing both of their parents.”

“Judith talks about her mom sometimes. She and her brother were both pretty young when you lost her, I remember her saying.”

“Yeah. Judith was barely out of diapers, and my son, Carl, was in the first grade.”

“Had to be tough to continue your baseball career, and raise two kids.”

“It was. Very grateful for my mom though. Couldn’t have done it without her.”

“I know all about the miracle of grandmothers. My mom died when I was young also. Spent so much precious time with my Granny. Judith and I have bonded over some shared experiences. She’s a great kid.”

He smiled. “I always thought so too, even if I’m kinda biased.”

“The best dads always are.” She clapped her hands together. “So, the game will be starting soon. I know you’re an all-star, future hall of famer, but I was known to hit a few home runs in pick-up softball when I was a kid. So don’t think you’re going to strike me out.”

Almost feeling like his old, cocky self when it came to his baseball skills, he crossed his armsover his chest and smirked at her. “Is that right?”

She winked at him. “All I’m saying is watch yourself.”

A woman with a short afro came up to Michonne and whispered in her ear. She nodded and told the woman she would be right there.

“Editor-in-chief duties call, but I’ll see you on the mound, Rick Grimes.”
He smiled a genuine smile for what felt like the first time in years at anyone other than his children. “Can’t wait.”  (” The First Meet“ - Flash Fic written by @blacklitchick )

I want to say a HUGE Thank you!  to my two collaborators @blacklitchick and @iminyjo <3. The both of you have been amazing during this project’s lengthy journey ;) -xo OMJ.


Joker had just pulled out a persona he hadn’t even seen as a shadow before and had used an ability with a long-ass name when he said it.

“You need proper punishment.” ‘What the fu-’you see that thought didn’t get to finish itself before Ryuji got smacked up the head by a physical attack.


A/N: After doing some writing under the cloak of darkness I’ve finally decided to post a fic I’ve been working on, and even drew something to accompany it. I have more chapters in the making and if you guys like this I might keep posting them here. I wrote this mainly because that one voice line stuck out to me and I thought it would too some of the other thieves (Ryuji) as well.

                Proper Punishment

As cool as Akira was when he was Joker, sometimes he was too- nonchalant? Confident? He was too something. Not that he was too laid back when it came to their missions, no not that he just… says some things a little too casual, with too much of a hint of cockiness, for Ryuji’s own good. It wasn’t that Akira didn’t say bold and, at times, blunt things outside of the metaverse. It’s just that when he’s Joker, he says things in a whole different tone of voice and it was starting to mess with Ryuji’s head a bit, in a way he couldn’t and wouldn’t explain.

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anonymous asked:

casey my dude,,,,i need advice. there’s this girl that i’ve been crushing on for a while, but i don’t know if it’s mutual? we have this running joke where one of us will stand behind the other, or run up until the other notices. it came up in conversation and i asked her if she does it with anyone else and she said “no, you’re special.” idk if she meant it as a friendly joke, or she actually likes me? i’m usually oblivious to that. i’m worried that i’m reading it wrong. you don’t need to answer

ohhhhh she likes you all right.

Short Fic: A Len and His Daemon
Pairing: Leonard Snart/Mick Rory


I have neither explanation nor excuse. Very silly.


Don’t say it,” Len says testily.

Sara, who had opened her mouth, closes it, then just looks confused.

“Really don’t,” Mick says. “He gets touchy about it.”

Sara’s about to crack a joke, Len can tell, but maybe she notices his glare of death or the way his hand keeps hovering by his gun - she seems nice and all, for an undead assassin with a great ass but if she makes one single joke, Len is going to ice her - because she decides not to go that route.

“Guess that makes us avian daemon bros,” she says instead, holding up her fist.

Len snorts. “Nice save.”

“Aerderon’s an albino canary,” she says wryly, nodding to the daemon that perched on her shoulder. “I’m used to weird comments. I had to dye her black when we were going vigilante, did you know that?”

“Matches the theme,” Len agrees, but sighs. “More than mine does.”

Now, don’t get Len wrong. He loves Lachesis to a ridiculous degree, and he wouldn’t swap her for the world. But he’s not going to lie, his life would’ve been a lot easier if she’d settled in any other shape.

Anything else.


Anything but a chicken.

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Okay so my memory’s shit so correct me if I’m wrong but Farson never told Amanda that Panto was actually a good guy, right? As far as she knows, all the Trosts are assholes? And Dirk and Todd are naturally going to come to Wendimoor with Panto in tow.

So are Dirk, Todd, and Panto going to show up and is Amanda going to see Todd aligned with him and be like “holy shit he’s even more of an asshole than I thought he was”?

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“You’re amazing, did you know that?” djwifi

Today’s drabble is dedicated to my lovely sweets, @awesomefreckledjesus, to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope your day is beyond wonderful and full of only the best things! <3

“You’re amazing,” Alya smiled, pressing the tip of her finger lightly against Nino’s nose. “Did you know that?”

Nino’s cheeks darkened. “Stop.”

“Amazing and handsome and smart.” She bopped the end of his nose gently with every word. “I’m pretty much the luckiest girl in all of Paris, probably the world even.”

He chuckled, pulling her closer and hiding his face against her hair. “I don’t like this game,” he murmured. 

“What game?”

“The one where you try to turn me into a blushing mess.” He pulled back and squeezed his eyes shut. “My face is so warm right now.”

“I bet I can make it warmer.”

“Alya,” he groaned but something in his tone let her know he would continue to listen. Nino had never been comfortable being complimented and Alya hoped to change that. He deserved so much praise. 

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You amaze me everyday,” she said. “You work so hard at the things you love. You’re kind and sweet and you deserve only the best things.”

He swallowed thickly and watched her from behind his glasses. 

“You’re my favorite person, Nino Lahiffe, and you’re just going to have to come to terms with that.”

“Of all the things you said, I think that’s the best one to be,” he finally replied, voice soft as he tucked her hair behind her ear.



Alya felt her own cheeks warm as a blush painted her skin and she shook her head. “You’re also very smooth.”

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Reigning Madness – Chapter 48


Disclaimer: Fiction.

Warnings: Smut

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Caroline’s POV

After Jason left, I didn’t give Jared enough time to bombard me with questions. I was feeling like shit and not in the mood to deal with his controlling ways. I heard him knock softly at my door after a while, but decided to pretend to be asleep. Thankfully, he didn’t push any further.

Sleep didn’t come easily to me and I could hear Jared walking around. I guess he wasn’t going to get much sleep either. When I woke up the next morning, I could hear the shower running. Making quick work of getting ready, I headed down to breakfast.

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i just don’t know how many more fucking people need to die for everyone to take mental illness and drug addiction seriously you can’t be passive with this because when youre passive ppl either slowly kill themselves or just fucking OD out of no where but this shit is never out of no where

chances are u know someone close suffering with mental illness or drug addiction or both and don’t even know it

most don’t know i did and am

i’ve had chronic depression since i was about thirteen and addiction has been a crutch that’s helped me walk since i was eighteen

it took almost a decade for me to seek real help and be serious about getting better

but I got it

and for the first time that I can remember i wake up and feel ok

i don’t want to kill myself and that sounds so fucking stupid and hyperbolic but i’m crying as i type this and that isn’t fucking hyperbole

my therapists told me

try to be content

if you can be content the majority of the time well you can’t ask for more

and he’s right

i’ve been content for almost this entire year

obviously i have my moments of collapse

when the walls come close and grip me tight but I come out

clutching my breath and happy to be alive but luckily that collapse hasn’t come in a while

i don’t know what to do with my body at peace

because while i’m at peace all my friends are dying

you made this generation now help us fucking sleep

anonymous asked:

I feel like Taylor doesn't care much about numbers anymore as much as we the fans do and maybe her record label. Of course there's a pressure to out done yourself, your previous albums and she voiced out quite a few times she's a very competitive person but for this era she's just chill and idk I feel like this is the most calm, happy and have that sense of contentment we ever seen her in such a long time.

I think we, as fans, want those numbers for her… Like I don’t give a fuck about a number as it is, but knowing how competitive she is and that success brings her sense of accomplishment, I want that number for her. I think we all just want her to be happy and content so that’s why we sometimes care about it.

…but, you’re right, this era does seem a bit chiller. I feel like, and I mean generally in life, when you set the right expectations then you know what’s coming and you can’t be that surprised with the outcome. My impression is that Taylor has tried from the beginning of this era to set some expectations, like that she has a story to tell and that’s the main focus and that she wants to focus on us and that it’s gonna be different this time around… So while some things have changed, the core of it all, the most important part, is intact - she’s putting out amazing music, she gives all of herself to fans and I know she is gonna put 110% of herself in making this tour special and memorable. That’s all that matters to me. And that she stays happy. That’s all there is…

anonymous asked:

Lmao, you know your man's giving you the good dick when after having his kid all you can think about is going back and getting pregnant again.


Damn! You’re talking about the new Super manga, right?

Yeah, I’m also guessing that it has something to do with how easy Bra’s birth was for Bulma…

She was like, “Is that all? Let’s have a million more!”

Originally posted by andreluizcirilo

Ianto’s a woman.
“OK”, said Gwen. “How did he… she…? I mean…”
Ianto shrugged. “I just woke up like this. No memory, slight hangover, pair of breasts. Honestly.”
Gwen nodded. “Right. Nothing unusual then?”
“Well, not apart from the surprising lack of cock.”
“A situation we can all sympathise with.”, sighed Jack. “Ianto Jones is brilliant, you know. He wakes up. Different fingerprints, voice, DNA, so how am I going to recognise him? He kisses me. And I know at once! Isn’t that the most romantic thing you’ve ever heard?” He grinned dopily.
—  Torchwood: Almost Perfect

I love the dialogue in this show so much. Peridot worked up the courage to finally say how she really felt to Lapis. But in a catch 22, Peridot’s earlier actions to go out of her way not to hurt Lapis actually ended up hurting her regardless. Right now, all set to leave, Lapis was startled and confused by Peridot…

In the end, Peridot made her declaration. She doesn’t want to run. She wants to stay and, if need be, fight. Fight for the planet she loves, fight for her friends, fight against the Diamonds– and you know what? She believes she can win (Yeah, I dunno about that.)

So. What does Lapis have to say in return?

“I’m not getting caught in the middle of another war.”

I suspected as much. Lapis has seen first hand what the Diamonds are like in conflict. Peridot hasn’t. She’s young. She doesn’t really know what the Diamonds are capable of.

But Lapis? She knows full well what could happen… WILL happen… If the Diamonds come here. When they come here. And there’s no way she’s playing out her past all over again.

That woman…

A woman who will never get tired of me. I will listen to all her endless thoughts and undying words. I will listen to her dramas and rants. I will listen attentively as I look her in the eyes for I know that every word she will say comes from deep inside her.

A woman whom I shall lend my shoulder every time she cries and I shall wipe away her tears. I will be her best friend at all times for we are partners. I will tell her what is right and scold her if she does something wrong not out of anger but out of love. I do not want her to commit the same mistakes for some are what I did. Still, I’ll hug her from behind and soothe her heart by telling her that I am so proud of her for standing still and fighting for what she wants. I will understand the nature of women. I will wait patiently until she gets back from her tantrums and mood swings. No annoyance or whatsoever.

A woman who will never ask me to change. She accepts everything about me and for who I really am. She doesn’t need to impress me because ever since I met her, my heart’s been hers. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever set eyes upon on. I will appreciate her craziness and weirdness because for me, she’s unique. Childish and clumsy, she will be the best thing that will ever happen to me.

A woman whom I will be there for not because I promised not to leave but because I want her to be by my side no matter how hard it is. I will stick with her for I care about her. Her worth is something I perfectly know and I will truly value it. I will never give up on her. I will love her unconditionally.

—  c.i.j. // her ladyship 

anonymous asked:

He was so cute with Ruby I can‘t 😭😭 Can you imagine him walking up to you while he balances her on one arm as if she was nothing, muttering to her just loud enough for you to hear him. “Look who it is. You‘ve met her before, haven‘t you. Is it auntie?” Ruby rubs her eyes with her chubby little hands, and Harry nods. “Yeah, I know. I was blinded by her prettiness, too, at first. You get used to it, though.” He tries very hard not to smile when you roll your eyes at him and Ruby gurgles happily.

PLEASE THIS IS SO CUTE!!!! And as he passes her gently into your arms and you shift her close, you’re all: “What’s he saying, Ruby? Is he talking nonsense?” and she coos, grabbing onto your fingers. “Yeah, that’s right! He is.” And Harry’s just a big pile of heart eyes. xx.